In the middle of the night Finn was awakened by something rustling around inside their head It wasn't heavy like a worry it didn't swirl like a fear and it certainly wasn't shaped like a question
It was an idea
Finn giggled with joy Everything amazing started with an idea It slid to the tip of their tongue and begged to be shared Finn whispered their brother awake Oscar I have an idea About what Oscar yawned The idea was bright with hope But the details were fuzzy and Finn couldn’t describe it in the dark
